bestfiction Chapter 430
Chapter 430
"That's all. If it really existed, we couldn't have avoided it anyway, could we?"
Her body swayed slightly back and forth, and you could tell how happy she was just by listening to her laughter. "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you right now? I bet you can't break through this scale armor right now, right? Or do you think just blowing up the wheelchair will do the trick? Then you'll definitely die before me."
"So, here's the question: how will you survive if you kill me? Are you planning to cultivate here until you reach the Golden Core stage and then fight your way out of the Cliff City from the middle of the camp? I'm afraid even the Golden Core stage can't do that."
Zhong Ming was certain that she had no reason to kill him.
"Oh dear, you naive little thing, let me tell you, there is a way called possession, which means I will kill your soul, put my own soul into your body, eat your memories, and use your treasures. I guarantee that I will be exactly the same as you as before, and no one will be able to tell the difference."
Zhong Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. This was the first time he had heard of such a thing, but... are you sure you want to talk to me about soul battles?
He shook the "Late Spring Cold" banner in his hand, but the tattered cloth on it remained motionless. The old guys at the "Spirit Retirement Home" seemed to be asleep, but this was still a banner for ten thousand souls.
"You can try it, but I don't recommend it. Once your soul leaves your body, all that's left is your physical body, which will definitely be worthless."
She crossed her arms, removed her helmet, and let her hair toss and fall loosely. Her eyes were bright and piercing, with a strange glint in them. "Look into my eyes and answer me honestly. Do you really think this body of mine has no value at all?"
Zhong Ming, disdainful of the sudden chill of early spring, spun her red tassel and broke through the incoming seductive spell. She didn't seem to be taking it seriously; she was just "playing around," and the power of the seductive spell was very weak.
"Withdraw the seductive spell. Now, I hope we can be partners."
"Heh, really... You're not a native of Yunzhou, are you? Or were you born this way, a complete egoist who has no interest in dynasties or armies, and doesn't care about harboring wanted criminals, as long as you can get enough benefits, you'll betray... Oh no, you've already betrayed."
She twirled around cheerfully, her breath sweet as orchids, and removed her breastplate. "Harboring me is a capital offense."
"Then you'd better hide it well, or we'll both die." Zhong Ming replied calmly, then threw another simple array plate at her.
Although it's cheap and breaking this array plate isn't difficult, it will provide some reaction time, enough for Zhong Ming to wake up from his cultivation state and make a response.
"I'm going to start cultivating now."
He remembered that he still had a black scroll in his storage stone that he had gotten from a certain pharmacist during the last city lockdown. He thought he should check with Miss Yao; she might recognize it.
But upon closer reflection, what if it's her relative? Wouldn't that turn into a blood feud? It's best not to reveal it for now.
"I'm going to start sharpening my hook-and-sickle spear. Do as you please. Oh, and give me back my scale armor."
She shook her head, and despite wearing scale armor, she still adopted a defensive posture, covering her chest with her arms. "No, what if you try to assault me?"
Zhong Ming felt a headache coming on. "Wasn't kissing me enough? What if... what if you try to force me? There are precedents for that."
She pouted, carefully examined Zhong Ming, and then said in a voice that Zhong Ming could barely hear, "What a loss, what a huge loss."
Zhong Ming seized the opportunity and stepped forward while she was speaking.
The quiet room wasn't large, and when Zhong Ming suddenly launched his attack, she found herself with nowhere to hide.
"You, don't come any closer."
Zhong Ming pounced on her like a tiger pouncing on its prey. In a panic, she pulled out her pipe and hairpin, preparing to fight back. However, just as she was ready, Zhong Ming... actually pounced like a tiger, and landed on the ground in one fell swoop.
He picked up the scale armor helmet, snapped his fingers, and put it into his storage bag, ignoring her beautiful face as if it were nothing.
"It's okay, as long as it's not the full set."
"you!?"
"In that case, you can't go out on your own anymore. You have to ask me for a helmet if you want to go out. Of course, you might have some strange full-body coverings in your little pipe, but if you get arrested because you can't match the patrol team's password, it's not my problem."
She felt a surge of inexplicable anger. "You're already this ugly, and you still look down on me... Oh~~"
"Master Cuihong, is that your name?"
"Yes, you remember?"
"Hmm, you're not, you're a virgin, are you?"
"Nonsense, my primordial yang is still intact, otherwise my cultivation would be in serious trouble."
“No wonder,” her smile looked a little strange. She blinked a few times, and the offensive and defensive posture was reversed in an instant. She pounced on Zhong Ming. “So you haven’t tasted the flavor of a woman yet. Come on, you’ve already kept a beauty in your golden house, what are you shy about? I’ll let you experience the taste of a woman.”
"Okay."
Zhong Ming answered with two words, which left her frozen in place.
"Forget it, Feiyun Workshop still needs to collect some spirit stones. If you want it, you'll have to give me some benefits. I'm not a slave."
She said this without much conviction; it was less of a warning to Zhong Ming and more of a way of comforting herself.
Slaves? As long as Zhong Ming is firm, it seems she has no choice.
"Don't dare? Get lost. Don't you cultivate yourself? I'm busy."
The "Late Spring Cold" magic artifact, which had been ruined during its refinement, has been upgraded to the level of a high-grade magic artifact through long-term polishing. Perhaps with some effort recently, it can be upgraded to a top-grade magic artifact.
As for restoring it to the level of a spirit weapon, forget about it. This is a problem with the internal spirit pattern engraving. It seems that the weapon refiner had a problem with his mindset. He messed up in the first half of the refining process and then lost heart and made a careless refining in the second half.
Zhong Ming laid out his usual prayer mat and began polishing the mirror brick. Meanwhile, she idly took out a ball of silk thread, which was coiled together like a cloud, light and smooth.
She casually spread it on the ground, then used her spiritual power to flatten it, and a simple sleeping bag was ready.
'A strange way of nurturing,' she thought to herself, as she lay down on her sleeping bag, rested her chin on her hands, and blinked her eyes curiously at Zhong Ming.
Time passed second by second, and the light shining through the late spring chill became even more dazzling. Against the backdrop of gunfire, Zhong Ming's face was solemn, just like a border general carefully wiping his beloved weapon. This expression was more captivating than any gaze upon a lover.
A man is most handsome when he is serious.
Her calves unconsciously lifted up and swayed behind her as she moved closer and closer, increasingly eager to see Zhong Ming's face clearly.
From this angle, it doesn't look bad at all.
She probed closer and closer, and to an outsider's perspective, she looked like a cute little worm pushing forward.
"You want to eat a brick too?" Zhong Ming removed the polishing brick and looked down at her.
Only then did she realize that she had moved quite a distance.